Flying BLIND
It was a sunny autumn day when we crossed into the Kingdom of Eswatini. Beside me was a childhood friend, MJ Judge. He was flying blind – all he knew was that we were going to Eswatini and we’d be back in five days. I’d told him to pack a swimming costume, hiking shoes and a flare gun. I thought the lack of information might worry him but I forgot that MJ is the most relaxed person to have ever glided on this Earth. If there’s one thing I’ve learnt in life, it’s that you can’t rush MJ through a cup of tea. Leading up to our trip, he didn’t ask a single question.
Avocado sellers, wood carvers and roadside cows watched us zip by in our Toyota C-HR as we made our way deeper into Africa’s last absolute monarchy. If you took a sample of our continent’s classic attractions and squashed them into an area roughly 180 kilometres long and 120
